The Night of Bards

You'd think I wouldn't have writer's block on the Night of Bards, of all nights. But honestly, I can't think of a single, or even a trio, of "bards" who I'd want to concentrate on. One name just sort of leads to the next without any huge standouts. ( afew )

The Night of the Recently Dead

The Recently Dead... that might just be the three guys who are using heavy tools to sand down pieces of metal not ten feet from my office window. Armor needs to be made, I understand that, but... (actually, I'm feeling a little sorry for them too, since it's cold enough that two of them are muffled up in coats, scarves, and hats. I'm glad they're smart enough to wear hats).

I'm relieved to realise that in my world, I don't have any 'recently dead'. Everyone who I can think of who have passed on this year were more important to me because of how their deaths affected my friends rather than how they affected me. That's a nice change from last year when I had to write about my mother and Gyrth. As I was saying:

( Johan von Traubenburg )

I have one (maternal) grandmother left alive. My parents and three of their parents have passed on. It seems so strange. I'm becoming the Oldest Generation.

Tomorrow is the last night, the night of Family Pets.